Something to be said...

There is something to be said about the silent car rides, to your father house. The quietness between us, taking in one another’s presence. The way your heartbeat becomes my favorite tune, played on repeat as I fall asleep. The way in which I never have to be small around you, how you accept my loud, opinionated ways and how you tell me when I’m wrong. You’ve helped me to become more myself than I thought was inside me. You are for the first time, in a long time, the reason I can not spill ink on lines. I can never find the right combination of words that can capture all of my messy feelings for you.